When Ruby gets dared to knock on the door of Wysteria's creepiest, oldest house, she gets invited inside. At first, the family that lives there seems normal, but as the evening goes on, she begins to notice that not everything is as it seems... Coul...
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Isaac could feel the life oozing out of him as the blood did, staining his shirt darker by the minute. Kylie grabbed him by under the arms and tried to sit him up, attempting to get him to stand.
"Come on, Isaac." She said, struggling to get him to move. "Come on. Get up."
He groaned, the pain tearing through his chest and abdomen, burning and licking its way up his body, like it was on fire.
"Come on," she pleaded, pushing him upward. He could feel his skin ripping apart, blood pouring out of his wounds. Once she managed to get him to stand up, she looped his arm around her shoulder and began walking, using all of the strength she could find to drag him up the stairs. "You're gonna make it."
They made it halfway up the stairs before he fell again, ready to give up. Kylie clearly wasn't thinking the same way, because she picked him up and forced him to keep going, determined to get him upstairs. "You've got this."
When they finally made it to the washroom, she let him lie on the floor, placing him down gently and pressing her hands to his wounds, applying pressure. She didn't even notice the man that stood there, staring blankly at them, watching them with bloodshot eyes. He studied the two for a second, noticing Isaac's bloody shirt which clung to his body, and Kylie's worried expression. "Kylie," the man breathed, making her flinch. Her eyes met his, widening with confusion.
"Parker...?"
He began to cry, unable to look at his dead wife that laid limp on the floor, her skin pale and her hair wet, matted with tangles, the ring he'd given her just inches away from her hands. "What happened?"
Kylie didn't know how to answer him. Instead of replying, she got up and gathered some towels, along with some rubbing alcohol and a pair of scissors. She kneeled down next to Isaac, untwisting the cap on the bottle. "Jaxon killed her thinking you were dead." She said finally. She didn't look at Parker. She couldn't. Instead, she kept her eyes on Isaac. "The human escaped." She muttered, "She stabbed Isaac a few times."
"And Jaxon?"
She put the bottle down and took the scissors, cutting through Isaac's shirt and peeling it away from his skin, revealing the wounds. She winced, suppressing the cry that rose in her throat. It was much worse than she had imagined - the stabs were deep and dark, dangerous amounts of blood leaking out of them. She let out a deep breath in an attempt to remain calm, answering Parker. "Dead," she said. She rolled up a towel and pressed it to Isaac's cut. "How are you doing, Isaac?"
He didn't reply to her. His eyes were fixated on the ceiling, his knuckles white as his hands gripped tightly onto Kylie's arm.
"Isaac," Kylie said.
"Hm?" he managed to say.
"Are you okay?" she asked, moving some hair out of his face. His skin was smeared with blood, sticky with sweat, and she could tell somewhere deep in his eyes that he felt afraid. Who would have thought? she wondered.
